Do I even have a single purpose?
I'm not really good at anything, the only people who think differently is my family,and their friends,who are too scared to face the facts, I'm ugly because no guy that I like seems to like me back and I know it deep down so I don't say anything, and I'm stupid because nothing I ever say matters,unless it's wrong of course, most of my friends abandon me eventually or end up moving, and I never hear from them again, and even adults hate me, my parents divorced when I was 6, and eventually lived w/ a phsycotic woman for several years, during that time some where my mother got cancer,(she doesn't have it anymore), a few months after she was cured, the doctor called and told me that my mom may have leukhemia ( she doesn't thand God) I started to cry, and my roommate said " oh don't start cry'in now infact you're the reason your mother had cancer in the first place!" we got away from her, but awhile, after we moved my mother still wanted to be friends w/ her ,forsakeing what that woman did to my brother and I, I don't really think that I have a purpose other than to give comfort through my own misurey, people look at me and probably think " well at least i'm not her"... I don'teven know what to do sometimes I wish I was born with out petty emotions such as this, because being a robot is better than then having to cry everyday over dumb matters such as this